On a lousy spring weekend day, which this was one of, you can do way worse than going to the Granville Island Market.
While this looks nice, the produce merchants are not one of the market’s strengths: fruits and veggies generic and overpriced.
To be fair, everything at Granville Island is overpriced. But there are some fantastic bakeries and delis offering quality that’s hard to match in this town. I brought home stewing beef and a traditional baguette, along with some basic veggies.
The reason to go is the atmosphere. It’s good to be reminded that however crappy the local economic minimum is, we are blessed with abundance. People look better, their faces more alive, in a market.
Also the standard of buskers is high. There was an ugly old Mittel-European guy playing sentimental songs on a big accordion; he made funny faces at my little girl while he played, and she was transfixed. Watching her face as she listened would have made the trip worthwhile if it weren’t already.
